There was no conversation. She had no idea where they were in relation to her house, so she couldn’t tell where they were going. When they pulled into a gated parking lot that led under an apartment building, he put in a key card that opened the gate. Going into the dark parking area, he found a parking place that was marked Reserved. He got out to come around, opened her door and waited for her to get out. She sat with her arms folded over the seat belt that was still buckled. He leaned back and looked at her. “There was a woman in Rome who recently told me that my life had become dull lately. I think I owe that woman a very nasty gift. I will have to think about it for a long time. Now get out of the car.” She sat stubbornly. “Where are we?” He let out a large sigh. “We are at a place that has furniture.” She still sat, her arms grasped tightly over her chest, and looked at the cement wall in front of the car. “I don’t need furniture. I need to go to my own home and to get out of this dress so I can work on my projects, which, by the way, I am getting behind, because I need the money.
